What Will It Happen To Italy, My God? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

What will it happen to Italy, my God,
I think,
Think about marking its cities,
The number of patients,
Falling ill,
Dying,
Being admitted to hospitals,
Brought to be admitted
In intensive care units
And they lying on ventilators
And those too not available
As for the queue,
Some waiting to be put on
Urgently,
But whom to give and whom not
And the hospital staff struggling
To extend services?
I do not know,
Do not know how to,
How to help them?